Chapter 225

Candy Wilson lay in the VIP hospital bed, her pinky finger wrapped in thick gauze.

Vincent King's team of specialists had just completed the surgery. Though they saved her finger, the excruciating pain kept her awake all night.

She stared at the ceiling, eyes burning with venom.

"Susan Thompson..." Candy gritted her teeth, nails digging into her palms.

She didn't dare direct her hatred toward the powerful Andrew Lucas. All her fury was reserved for Susan.

Public opinion had completely reversed.

The photo of Susan draped in a foreign flag was exposed as a forgery. Meanwhile, someone dug up old pictures of Candy cozying up to a foreign billionaire.

The official King's Glory account clarified that the outfit was authentic traditional design.

Alexander Grant personally registered on Weibo to defend Susan.

The final blow came when medical authority Victoria Lucas released archaeological findings of historical garments nearly identical to Susan's.

"This can't be happening!" Candy frantically refreshed her phone, watching the flood of insults.

"Candy the Traitor, get out of showbiz!"

"May Candy be reincarnated as a toilet brush!"

"How dare a traitor frame an innocent person?"

The most devastating was her manure-dousing video trending at number one.

Vincent used his connections to suppress the news, but the label "Candy the Traitor" stuck.

Susan's lips curled as she scrolled through her phone.

Her Weibo followers had skyrocketed to 100,000—mostly Alexander's fans attacking her for being unworthy of their idol.

Stranger still, a "South-Tang Couple" fan group emerged.

A novel titled The Domineering CEO Spoils His Internet Celebrity Wife was climbing the charts.

Curious, Susan clicked—then flushed crimson.

"This...this is too..." She fumbled to close the tab.

The first chapter featured explicit bedroom scenes with a cliché plot: the heroine gets sent to the wrong room and spends the night with Alexander.

Ding-dong—

The doorbell rang.

Through the peephole, Alexander's tall frame stood outside.

Susan took a deep breath, reaching for the knob—

Ding. The elevator doors slid open.

Andrew stepped out holding Daniel's hand, his gaze instantly locking onto Alexander.

A phone shrilled abruptly.

"Boss!" Leo Miller's panicked voice crackled. "There's a story online about Ms. Thompson and Alexander Grant...they...they..."

Andrew's face darkened like storm clouds.